SPH / Loser Porn

The moment you met her, you knew no other girl could compare. She was smart, kind, and extremely talented. She was the perfect woman. Sadly, for a beta loser like you, she was completely out of your league.

Sure, she allowed you to tag along, but that was because she knew she could shape you into the perfect simp. One day she asked, "What would turn you on the most."

"You in a maid outfit." You said without any hesitation.

She made you wait. Every night, she'd have you beg to see her dressed in a maid outfit.

Eventually, she convinced you to cage yourself. She enjoyed twirling the key around her finger.

When Halloween came around, she told you not to leave the house and to check your phone regularly.

"Here you go loser. Enjoy."

"Wait. Why are there pixels?"

"Are you complaining beta?"

"No Miss." You almost dropped your phone.

"Good, from now on you're not allowed to look at women unless we're fully clothed or our pictures are censored."

"Yes Miss. Tell your boyfriend I said hi."

It was a moment you had both longed for and dreaded. When you first started serving your Goddess she made it clear that when she truly decides to own a sub, she marks them by pissing on them.

You didn't realize it at the time, hell you were begging her to stop, but the day she started cucking you was the best day of your life. While she loved you deeply, you could never satisfy her in bed, so she was always cranky. After a while, she stopped dressing up, stoped being intimate, stopped smiling.

The day she met her boyfriend was when everything changed. Suddenly, every time they went out she'd smile the brightest smile. She started dressing up again. She'd even sometimes be so hot and bothered from something he did, she'd let you finish the job afterwards.

However, with new partners comes new rules. Alpha men aren't used to sharing, and so when he found out she had a husband, he set some ground rules.

No nudity for hubby. Nudity was meant for men who could please their women.

No touching or kissing without permission. This was actually a really nice rule, as he could have easily cut you off enterily. However, he knew how important intimacy is for a marriage, so as long as you beg him beforehand, he might allow you to kiss and touch his girlfirend (your wife). Though, any touching had to be done with her clothed.

On weekend, you had to clean his place and complete any other chores he needed finished. This was your way of showing gratitude to him for making your wife happy.

When alone with your wife, you had to be locked in chastity, but once you were locked only he could decide when the cage got to come off.

You must always refer to him as Sir and your wife as Ma'am.

While, it took some adjusting at first, seeing your wife so happy made you happy.

Before she had met her boyfriend she had no idea what a chastity cage or beta chip were, and now you were left regretting your decision to open up the relationship.

At first she was hesitant.

"Babe, I don't want to be with anyone else."

"I promise, your lil thing is enough for me, and besides, I much prefer your tongue."

Now, even your tongue was rendered obsolete as her boyfriend was able to meet and surpass all of her needs. And, as the man who was making her climax, he also became the man in charge of the house.

"I know he's your husband, but I don't want another man looking at you. Touching you." Her boyfriend would say.

"It's fine, baby, he can't do what you can." She'd say.

"Until he's beta chipped and cage, you aren't getting any orgasms." That sealed the deal.

The next day, she walked over to the couch and woke you up. She told you that she needed you beta chipped and caged from now on because she wasn't going to sacrifice her pleasure so you could continue humping her socks, when she was with him.

"Please no." You begged. "Only cucks wear cages. Only betas get chipped." In your mind, you still saw yourself as a man, despite the fact that you willingly slept on the couch anytime her boyfriend was over and you hadn't even had sex with her in months.

"Hunny, you're both of those things." She said. "If you agree to both, I promise, I'll let you have clean up duties once a month, and if your extra good, I'll let you kiss my feet.